I took Jim for his walk, thinking it might inject some life into me; but it didn’t. We got back, both wet and miserable. I put the computer on and sat and stared at the screen. I turned it off. I wandered around the house feeling fed up. The storm had passed, and the rain was easing a little. I thought about doing all the things that need doing round the house, but I just couldn’t get motivated enough to do anything. I hate feeling like this!
I put the computer back on and started to edit some pictures I’d taken over the past couple of weeks, but my heart wasn’t in it. I phoned my mum; she wasn’t in. I dragged my body back to bed, maybe some more sleep was what I needed. Getting up at 3.30 a.m. every day was beginning to take its toll, and I’m not getting any younger. Another birthday looming next week, and…………
A couple of hours later I woke up. The rain had stopped, and the clouds were taking on a brightness, as the sun was shining behind them. I’ll go out.
I went to local number 2, and as I pulled into the car park it became clear I wasn’t going to be alone. Cars everywhere. I made my way up the steps, the sun was shining now, and the tree blossom petals were falling like snow in the breeze. Chiffchaff were calling from the tree tops, and there seemed to be butterflies everywhere.
I made my way to the hide, hearing just a couple of Sedge Warblers on the way, but being as elusive as ever. I scanned the far shore of the island; a couple of Lapwing, pair of Shoveler, Herons sitting in the trees. A pair of Coots were carrying on the next generation just in front of the hide, from the same spot a couple of days earlier two Great Crested Grebes had the same idea.
And a beautiful blue flower, standing proudly erect in the sun.
No idea what it is, but very nice. The elusive bird kept calling, but not showing, so I made do with my first Orange Tip this year.
He seemed to like the blue flower too. A Speckled Wood almost landed on my foot, thought better of it, and settled amongst some grass instead.
Still no sign of Mr. Elusive, so I made my way back to the car, and stopped off at local number one on the way home.
More people, and the local rowing club seemed to have taken over the lake for the day. I made my way to where a Mute Swan had nested last year, to see if she had returned. I’d noticed a few days ago, there was a nest, but no occupants as yet. And there she was, sitting. I took a couple of shots from a good distance, so as not to disturb her.
I wondered if it was the same pair as last year. They raised six beautiful Cygnets, and it was a joy to record their progress from egg to young adult. I left her in peace, and carried on my way. A Chiffchaff was singing from some bushes, so I stopped and waited to see if he would show himself. He did.
and gave me a few shots too.
A strange day really. The weather so extreme, more Butterflies than birds, and me.